Chapter 61 🔞 Show No Mercy: The Red Room
“Show no mercy.” Just three words. And there was no going back. Julian had never realized one could desire a woman to this extent until now. His chest ached at the intensity of need that burned through him.
He turned her around slowly, giving her enough time to see the shift in his expression.
There was no hesitation left in him.
He joined his lips with hers again, deeper this time, his hand moving to the buttons of her blue pajama shirt. He did not rush, but there was no pause either. One by one, he unfastened them until the fabric loosened and fell open, revealing the lacy bralette underneath.
His pupils darkened as he took her in.
She felt exposed beneath his gaze, yet instead of embarrassment, heat spread through her.
He lowered himself to his knees.
Her breath hitched.
His hands moved to her trousers, sliding them down her legs swiftly. When the fabric pooled around her ankles, he pushed it away, leaving her in only the thin barrier she had chosen without thinking earlier that night. She loved wearing Underwears set to bed.
Julian leaned forward.
His lips pressed against pelvic, and her entire body reacted. His nose nuzzled her waistline first, rubbing and inhaling, like someone who just got a gift he’s been searching all the world for. Seraphina’s knees weakened.
Her fingers instinctively moved into his hair, holding on as a shiver ran through her.
He kissed the front of her waist next, his mouth warm against her skin, before shifting the fabric aside just enough for his hand to move between her thighs.
She gasped softly when his finger slid into her.
She was already wet.
He inhaled sharply as his fingers got bathed.
Sera’s body shook. The reality of this dangerous man who never bows, one she’s been deeply attracted to- now kneeling before her, even though it was for pleasurable reasons- aroused her more than she already was.
His fingers didn’t penetrate deeply, he inserted them again then rubbed her wetness against her folds. Her eyes fell close, her fingers tightening around his hair. “Fuck,” she cussed out as sensations curled through her middle and entire body.
He watched her reaction closely from his kneeling position, his control returning in fragments, even in the middle of losing it.
But he did not linger.
He withdrew his hand before she could fully settle into the sensation.
She almost protested, needing the sensation back badly like she needed to breathe.
Before she could speak, he rose to his feet and lifted her effortlessly on his shoulder then threw her on the large bed. Seraphina scrambled back on the white sheet, her chest rising and falling with a yearning rhythm.
Julian removed his shirt, pulling it over his head.
Under the red light, his body came fully into view.
Seraphina’s eyes moved over him slowly, memorizing his half-naked details. Her mouth almost watered as she took in his muscled body- abs hard and perfect like he was molded differently.
The wing tattoo on his chest drew her attention again. She had seen it once. And that was almost a week ago already- when she slept in his private room and kissed him after that nightmare she had.
Below it was a scar she hadn’t noticed before until now.
Thick and pale. Resting just above his waistline.
She sat up instinctively, reaching toward it, her fingers hovering just above the surface.
Julian flinched.
He stepped away before she could touch it.
Instead, he moved toward the other side of the room.
He returned moments later, carrying a handcuff, what looked like a mic which Seraphina had to look well to realize was a vibrator, and a small bottle that had oil in it.
He placed them carefully on the pyramid-shaped-woven-like bedside table.
Seraphina watched him, uncertainty mixing with anticipation.
He picked up the cuff.
Before she could fully process it, he guided her hands above her head and secured them to the frame of the bed.
The metal clicked into place.
Her breath caught sharply. Their eyes locked and his jaw clenched tightly. His gaze ran down her vulnerable state once and slowly, loving how she was now immovable under him.
She tested her wrists instinctively and realized she could not move them freely. If Julian was going to kill her, he would do it easily now and no one would ever know. The thought flashed through her mind and created tiny fear in her chest.
The fear vanished when Julian leaned down and kissed the underside of her breast.
“Julian…” she whispered a moan.
He kissed the swell of her breast and she arched into him in response.
Knowing he couldn’t slide the bralette off her arms because he had cuffed them, and he had no patience in him to undo them just to remove it, his hands came down to tear the tiny fabric off her.
Her firm breasts bounced to sight at the force of it. His jaw clenched as the view invaded his memory. It would stay in his head for a while- that, he knew. What an heavenly way to die. His thoughts fumbled, pleasure taking over.
He reached for the small bottle and opened it, then drizzled the oil content on her skin- letting a few drops fall onto her stomach and bare chest.
Seraphina hummed at the cool feeling of the oil on her skin.
Then Julian’s hands came down on her after returning the bottle to the table, spreading it slowly across her skin.
His touch was controlled, lingering, every movement intentional.
Seraphina shifted beneath him, the restraints tightening slightly as she moved.
Her breathing became uneven.
He continued to her chest area, his hands moving over her breasts as he rubbed the oil, learning her reactions, adjusting his pace to every small sound she made.
Seraphina was almost losing her mind and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
She was still in that cocoon of pleasure he had created around them, and didn’t realize he had lowered. She only felt the feeling of wet lips on her left nipple.
She gasped.
“You’re responsive,” he murmured quietly as he detached but not for long. “Such a good girl. You love to be ruined, don’t you, Phine?”
His voice, low and filthy, affected her more than anything else. He returned to licking her nipples in turn before sucking them sharply into his lips. Sera wiggled beneath him. “Ah! julian…” Her voice came out shaky and so turned on.
He detached his lips from her breast and moved lower again, spreading her legs gently.
He picked up the vibrator from the bedside table and flipped the witch on, letting it brush lightly against her folds.
Her reaction was immediate.
He watched her closely, his expression darkening with quiet satisfaction.
Her body responded without hesitation, arching slightly off the bed, her breathing uneven. It continued for a minute, massaging her folds with the vibrator and watching her squirt over and over, not minding that his skin caught her water. If anything, it made him ravenous for her.
He set the device aside, removing the remaining barriers between them. Her thong. He slid it off her long legs and flung it aside.
She saw him reach for the drawer, heard the faint sound of something she couldn’t figure out because she was still lost in her burning state.
When Julian returned to her, he was no longer in his trousers. He was stark naked now, his cock hard and heavy as it stood but covered in condom, ready for what she knew was coming and couldn’t wait for it. She licked her bottom lips at the sight of it. She had nothing to compare it with. She had forgotten being with any other man at this moment, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
He gently climbed on the bed, his weight making the bed dip around her. He moved up till he was hovering directly over her. His forehead rested briefly against hers, both lips parted as they poured out heavy air into each other's lips.
His breathing was heavier now.
“I’ve imagined this moment an unhealthy number of times.” he admitted quietly. “More than I should have.”
Seraphina’s heart raced.
He positioned himself between her legs, giving her a final moment to stop him if she wanted to.
She didn’t. She swallowed, waiting impatiently.
When he entered her, both of them reacted at once.
She inhaled sharply.
He exhaled against her skin.
He did not move immediately. He allowed her wet folds to adjust around him, allowing himself to regain fragments of control.
But it did not last.
He began to move, steady at first, then deeper, losing the restraint he had fought to maintain for so long.
Her wrists pulled against the cuffs instinctively, her body reacting fully to him, series of moans and gibberish falling from her mouth.
The room filled with the sound of uneven breathing and quiet, unrestrained reactions neither of them tried to hide.
He lifted her legs slightly, adjusting their position, his control slipping further with every passing second.
His voice lowered near her ear.
“You don’t understand what you do to me.”
She could not find it in her to answer coherently.
Her thoughts had dissolved into sensation, into the overwhelming awareness of him. His lips attacked her neck, nibbling and sucking as he withdrew his cock from her, only to slam in with a harder force.
“Jul…God!” Her mind slipped and she saw stars. He pounded into her relentlessly now, showing no mercy like she demanded of him. Her body jumped with each pound, every one of it branding her and making her his. Her breath stuttered repeatedly, eyes heavily lidded.
Julian joined his lips with hers in what felt like a bruising but consuming kiss, swallowing her moans and gibberish till her body tightened around him, her breathing breaking apart.
She reached the edge suddenly, her entire body reacting at once.
He felt it, but didn’t detach his lips. He let her scream echo down his throat, not giving her room to own it to herself.
He continued moving, slower now, his own control finally giving way. With a deep groan, he came heavily into the rubber, wishing it could be inside her. But he had no idea if she was under birth control.
When he finally stopped, his forehead rested against her shoulder, his breathing uneven, his composure fractured in ways he had never allowed before.
For the first time in a long time, Julian had lost control.
And he knew nothing would be the same after this.